Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Sera had never been a great fan of the cold. With winters chilled hands well-settled on the land, she would have rather traversed South, and found some measure of heat. But she owed Alastor a debt of gratitude, and had sworn herself to him and his mate. She was in this now, for better or worse. Alastor was the wolf that had come for her, when she had nothing and no one. She could stand a little cold, and bare to be in a crowd, for just a little while. For his sake, and his mates.

All the same, arriving with Ara escorting her into the scene she balked at the sudden influx of noise and scents and people. Ara, mindless of her fear, bounded on ahead to lock a pups head in the crock of her elbow and gave the boy a noogie. Whatever she said was lost in the overall clamour of the crowd.

Finding her courage, Sera crept forward, and settled herself wearily down beside Alastor. Not touching him, but drawing comfort from the larger wolf anyway. Showing her support in the silent gesture, her tail flicking wearily behind her.

"Speech"